the least favorite child

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With every family, and every group of siblings, there are different roles. Like every sibling has their own title.

The favorite, that's my sister Roslyn. She was 16 when she died, I was 4.

The successful one, that's my oldest brother Alex. He is 30, married with 2 kids and runs his own company.

The inspirational one, that's my brother Peter. He is 23 and volunteers and shit.

The golden child, that's Jennifer. She's 27, working at the fucking FBI and was a straight A student. Not to mention valedictorian, varsity soccer captain and the yearbook editor.

The other one, that's me. Im 20 and everything I do is a disappointment. I once got took APUSH and my mom was pissed I got a B+. I have never been able to please her.

I'm in college with a photography major, I want to be a traveling photographer. Take pictures at amazing places and just live.

"Home," I yelled when I walked through my apartment doors. My roommate, Alyssa ran out to the kitchen and handed me a letter. "Ok so I saw who it was from and opened it. Your sister is coming because she is coming for work." She said.

"Fuck. I don't want her here." I groaned and pulled out my phone. All I did was text her "Don't come here" and walked to my room.

I sat on the bed and grabbed my wax pen out of my pillow case. As soon as I took a hit, Alyssa came in.

"Let's go drink. I'll call the girls and we can get wasted." She offered. I nodded and got on a slutty dress, I want to get railed tonight.

We met our friends at the bar and Alyssa got the first round of shots. It was a nice vodka shot and I got the next round.

After a couple drinks my phone rang. I walked outside to hear Jennifer on the line.

"Hey Sophia, I got your text. Why not?" She asked. I tried my best to sound sober and not throw up. "I don't want you anywhere near my apartment. I have my life here and I don't need you in it." I said before hanging up.

When I walked back in, Alyssa noticed I was sad and took me home. "I'm so fucking sorry Alyssa. Just my family gets me mad." I cried in the car. She reached over for my hand and held it to her lips.

"I know my darling. And I won't let any of them in if they ever show up." She whispered before kissing my knuckles.

We got home and I just laid on my bed. They piss me off. I'm treated like a newborn and I don't know why. I am 20 fucking years old and I want to be treated that way.

I passed out sometime after 3 am and woke up to a pounding on my door. I walked out to the kitchen and saw a note from Alyssa, call me if you feel bad in any way. I'm here.

I swung the door open and the noises stopped. "Sophia Ann Jareau, it is 12 pm. Why didn't you answer?" It was my dear mother. I slammed it shut and went back to bed, taking Alyssas note with me.

I turned my music up, took a couple hits and fell back asleep. I'm sure when I wake up, JJ will have been called to knock my door down.